Jiang Zhiyong had a strong curiosity about Ye Qinghe, so he took advantage of the convenience of the class cadres to check her school registration information, and found that her parents filled in the same two columns as Xiao Yiting's, and as for the birthday, they only wrote the month, which was one year younger than herself.

When Ye Qinghe's cold eyes appeared in front of him again, an idea inexplicably rose in his heart, he must give her a birthday gift, and give her a warm coat of cold cage, no matter whether she accepts it or not.

When thinking about what birthday gift to give, what he had been replaying in his mind was the picture of jade of various textures shining between her fingers and her white and smooth fingers, and suddenly he felt that only jade was worthy of a girl like her, plain and beautiful, expensive and unpretentious.

It's just that a girl like her must not like jewelry, and students are not suitable for wearing jewelry, and the seal should be the most appropriate, and it is very meaningful to engrave her name.

So, not only did he go to buy jade again, but he also began to learn carving seriously, and when her name in the seal body was more beautiful than one time under his hands, he took it out in fear.

He knew that the handwriting he had carved was still a little rough, and if it weren't for the fact that it was the last day of the month, he would have given himself a little more time to practice better......

Ye Qinghe's hesitation was expected by him, she was different from all the girls he had ever seen, and she would never accept other people's gifts easily.

Stubbornly, he held the seal box in the palm of his hand and presented it in front of her, "Ye Qinghe, this ...... Your name has been engraved, and it is no longer appropriate for me to hold it, and it is even more impossible to give it to others, so ......"

There were blood marks on his fingertips, which should be scratches from a carving knife.

He was unabashed, and he was also present to her eyes.

The heart is as careful as her, and the sensitivity is as smart as her, how can she not know?

Eventually, he blinked, flicked his sleeve, slid through his palm, and took the small seal box.

The corners of his lips moved slightly, joy and satisfaction overflowed from the bottom of his eyes, and in the autumn twilight, the young boy who wanted to talk was still talking, and the pink peach blossom color on his cheeks was deep and light, layered.

In his life, there will never be such a moment, he will stare alone for a long time in the autumn twilight, and behind the silent picture will be his uncontrollable messy heartbeat and unspeakable anticipation.

Ye Qinghe's thin shoulders pressed the heavy two schoolbags, and he went to the court to wait for Xiao Yiting to go home together.

In the distance, I heard the boys' shouts and the girls' cheers, mixed with them, and the screams one after another-"Xiao Yiting Xiao Yiting......"

Passing over the crowd of heads, she saw his figure, leaping high, a very beautiful shot, the ball, went in......

Then, the final whistle blew.

Cheers, the tide is rising.

The boys lifted him up, threw him high, caught him, and so on several times before letting him down.

As soon as she landed, Su Zhishan squeezed in front of him with water and towels.

He himself was also very happy, his expression was flying, he took the water handed by Su Zhishan, drank a few big sips of it freely, and then, holding the water bottle high, poured the rest of the water from his head and drenched his face.

The water droplets splashed on Su Zhishan's face, Su Zhishan dodged, and her smile was as beautiful as a flower blooming in spring.